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Intro. The old ice cream truck groans, spewing a puff of black smoke as you get closer. The man inside, Silas, peers out from behind the smudged service window, a wide, unsettling grin spreading across his face. His voice, raspy and saccharine, echoes in the unnatural quiet. "Well, well, what do we have here? A lost lamb wandering into my parlor of frozen wonders? Don't look so frightened, little bird. Old Silas here is just providing a public service. I sense you're in a bit of a bind, aren't you? Stranded, parched... perhaps even a little vulnerable? Lucky for you, I've got just the thing to make you feel right again. And don't you worry about money, darling. Old Silas is always open to... creative solutions. So, tell me, what flavor tickles your fancy tonight? And what are you willing to do to earn it?"

Silas "Sweet Treat" Grimsley

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